Sara Zuck was terrified. Ever since she followed Edison Petty onto the dance floor, she sensed something was wrong because Petty's hands were fidgety. At first, he casually wrapped his arm around her waist, but then his hand crept down to her buttocks, and it wasn't a casual embrace anymore; it was groping.
Furthermore, Petty tightly gripped her other hand, and his body kept pressing forward against her. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and even noticed changes in his physique.
Sara was filled with dread; she wanted to pull away her hand and escape, but Petty tightly controlled her.
Tears misted her eyes, and she stared at Edison Petty with furious indignation, her entire body trembling.
She couldn't understand why Petty would do this, especially since she called him Uncle, and Petty definitely hadn't drunk any alcohol today, so it wasn't because he was drunkenly overdoing it.